(ง'̀-'́)ง (hairbender) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-02 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, asami sato, kitiara uth matar |
Who: Kit and Asami
What: Dancing at the beach
When: Late august
where: a beach dance club
status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Asami had said to dress comfortably, though Kitiara’s idea of comfort was a little different than most. Today, she’d opted for a pair of leather pants, so tight they looked as though they could be painted on, a pair of stylish biker boots, and a deep blue bikini top. She was wearing the matching bottoms under her pants in case they decided to take a dip.
She’d never been to this particular bar. She hadn’t been in the OC for more than a couple of months, but she’d already staked out her regular haunts, where the bartenders knew her drinks if not her name. But they were all the kind of places that saw more fights than dancing. The change of pace was refreshing, and it really had been too long since Kit had found herself in a place that involved a bunch of bodies grinding up on each other.
Walking in she scanned the room for Asami, and then sauntered over to the younger women. “You come here often?” she asked, her voice every bit cheesy pick-up line, though by the look in her eyes and the set of her mouth, it was clearly meant more as a joke.
Asami was wearing a bikini top too. Red of course, with black highlights. It helped show off her tattoos. As always, her hair was perfection, hanging loosely down her back and around her shoulders. She wore a red skirt in a stylish cut and had had the same idea as Kitiara had in case they went swimming.
She turned towards Kit, giving her a big smile. Those pants were patently unfair, she decided, but she managed to respond more smoothly than she'd expected to. "Only because I'm waiting around for someone like you.”
“Very smooth,” Kit said, giving Asami a crooked smile, and very obvious once over, before she raised her index finger and made a spinning motion. “Well, let’s see it. Get the business out of the way before we get to the pleasure.”
Laughing, Asami spun slowly in place, stopping so that Kit could get a look at her back. It gave her a chance to compose herself. “Is it looking good? I’ve been trying to take care of it.”
Kitiara brushed that perfect hair away from the tattoo and lightly ran her fingers over it. It was still a little bit dry, but she couldn’t spot any scarring. “It looks great,” Kit said, removing her hand from her back. “You’ve been taking care of it.”
“Thank you.” Asami shivered a little at the touch, then turned back to face Kitiara. “I’m glad I’m doing it right. I’m really meticulous in a lot of areas but self-care isn’t actually one of them. I’m more likely to forget to eat while working on something. When I was working on those gloves I mentioned, I once went ten hours without stopping.”
Kit whistled. “We all have things we’re into. I can’t say I’ve ever worked that hard, but I’m no stranger to having too much work and not enough fun. Though, speaking of fun, those gloves must have been absolutely worth it.”
“I had to reverse engineer the design, make it more compact. I also wanted to be able to adjust the voltage. It had the chance to be very deadly if used wrong,” Asami explained. It was hard not to get excited, and she would if she actually started talking tech. She cleared her throat, and gestured to a booth. “We should get some drinks first.”
These gloves just kept sounding better and better. Kitiara had always had a soft spot for deadly weapons, and something she could incorporate into fighting hand to hand appealed to her greatly. “First round’s on me,” she said, leading Asami to the booth. Once she slid into it, she motioned with two fingers to one of the servers.
“I’ll get second,” Asami promised. She got comfortable across from Kitiara, and leaned on the table. She hadn’t drunk this much since the first time she’d been dreaming, but it was easier to drink socially than alone, and she typically stayed away from drinks when alone. But she resolved not to think about her dreams, or at least certain groups of people in her dreams.
When the server approached, Kitiara ordered herself a rum on the ice, barely taking her attention from Asami as she did so. “I’m all about a good give-and-take,” Kitiara said. “So, what does a girl like you do for fun?”
“Honestly? Not this, usually.” She gestured around them. “I can rub elbows with the best of them, but usually I’m tinkering or working on a project. I like going out with friends though, but most of them have left town.” Or didn’t seem to exist like the people in her dreams. “Which is kind of depressing now that I think about it. So I’ve been trying to get out more.”
Kit frowned to herself. “It should be criminal to keep a face like yours locked away from the world,” Kit said, leaning back in her seat. “Though, I’m always up for a good time if you’re looking for one.”
Asami’s cheeks colored, but she replied easily. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t looking for a good time.” Though she was usually the one that was doing the throwing off guard instead of being thrown off guard.
Kit liked keeping people off their guard. She rarely let herself get flustered, and she was never happier than when she was in complete control of a situation. The fact that she had been thrown off by Killian’s news of her father, the idea that he’d been alive the entire time despite the fact that Kit herself had never been able to track him down, just meant that she had to go on the offensive in the rest of her life. The server returned with her drinks, and Kitiara swirled the rum and ice in her cup a couple of times before knocking the whole thing back in a single gulp before the server had a chance to leave, and motioned for them to bring her another.
“Well then,” she said, standing. “We can here to dance, did we not? Shall we?”
Even with the drink wetting her throat and warming her insides, Asami’s mouth went a little dry. It wasn’t like she was unused to attention - it was just different when she found the other person attractive. “I’ll grant you the very special privilege of leading.” She stood as well. “Mostly because I need a minute to catch my bearings, that was strong.”
Kit gave a throaty laugh, standing from her seat and offering Asami a hand to pull her onto the dance. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kitiara said. “Though, I’d be sure to pace yourself if you plan on keeping up with me. I’ve been known to drink men twice my size under the table.”
“I’m going to have to slow the drinks down a little,” Asami admitted. She wasn’t too proud to admit when she was beat at something. She let herself get pulled off, wondering what kind of trouble she was about to get into.
“Less shame in that than in making a fool of yourself.” Kitiara liked her alcohol, and enjoyed getting buzzed, but she never allowed herself to get drunk enough that she lost control of her facilities. She lead Asami to the dance floor, moving in time to the music, her hips swaying back and forth sensually.
Asami ran her hands down Kit’s side, resting them on her hips as she swayed with the other woman. Someone jostled into her and she bumped into Kit, so she threaded her arms around Kit’s waist. Did this count as making a fool of herself?
Kitiara reached out, steadying her with a hand on the shoulder. After a moment, she moved her hand from Asami’s shoulder to the nape of her neck, and leaned in kiss her.
The fingers on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and Asami felt a sort of relief that she hadn’t gotten her signals crossed. She kissed Kit back, reveling in the buzz of the moment and the contact between them.
Kit hadn’t been concerned that she had gotten her signals crossed, though she hadn’t been entirely sure that Asami wouldn’t pull away. When she didn’t Kitiara deepened the kiss. Finally, Kit broke the kiss. “How’d you like to get out of here?” she asked.
“I’m sorry?” Asami whispered, a little dazed from the combination of drinks, dancing and kissing. “Oh.” OH. Oh. She nodded, leaning in like she wanted to resume kissing Kit. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Kitiara couldn’t help the lopsided smile from crossing her face, and closed the distance between herself and Asami, kissing her deeply again. When she pulled away, she lipped gently at Asami’s lower lip, then slung her arm around the other woman’s waist to lead her out.
Kit earned a groan from Asami, deep and needy and really if they didn't leave now she was liable to make out with her right then and there.. She let her hand linger along Kitiara’s back as she was led out and she thought that they probably weren’t going to make it to the water at all tonight. It was a fact she was okay with.
Honestly, Kit barely wanted to wait to get home before getting Asami out of that skirt of hers and ravishing her senseless, though she could be that patient at least if she needed to be. “My place or yours?” she purred at Asami once they got outside of the noise of the club.
“My place would probably intimidate you,” Asami replied, turning in Kit’s arm. All the skin contact was getting to her head, but it was the kind of dizzy she liked. “On the other hand, I have a tub the size of a jacuzzi.” Some part of her tried to warn her that there was a good chance of the tabloids getting ahold of this, but she ignored that part of her. She lowered her voice to a purr. “Just in case the bed isn’t big enough.”
“Trust me, I’m not easily intimidated,” Kit said. If anything, the idea of a large, opulent house turned her on even more. “Your place it is.”